Amelia’s hands trembled as she gripped her walker. She had just been turned away by her own son after walking five hours to meet her grandson.
Mark’s rejection stung, but she refused to leave empty-handed. Setting down a carefully wrapped bag, she whispered, “For Hans,” before starting the painful journey home.
Hours later, Mark discovered the package. Inside were his childhood toys—each one a memory of the sacrifices his single mother had made. Shame washed over him.
He found Amelia that night in agony, her legs swollen from the miles she’d walked. As he iced her injuries, the truth spilled out: he’d been embarrassed by their modest past, especially around his wealthy in-laws.
“But you’re my greatest blessing,” Amelia said softly.
Mark sobbed into her shoulder. The next morning, he brought her home—for good.
